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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Swans,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.