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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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?
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.