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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.