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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 B.T. Express to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Main Source,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.