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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light 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?
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.