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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Hashim,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.