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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Ronan,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.