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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.