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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Ronan,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.