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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.