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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.