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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.