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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.