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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Ten City,
PIL,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.