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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.