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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.