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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Index,
Maurizio,
ABC,
June Days,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
MDC,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.