Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.