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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.