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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The United States of America to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.