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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.