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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.