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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.