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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 organ 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 Franke to the funk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.