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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.