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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.