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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.