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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
UT,
Shoche,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.