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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.