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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.