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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.