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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
The Sound,
Jandek,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.