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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.