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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Flipper,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.