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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.