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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Television,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Can,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.