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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.