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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.