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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.