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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Monolake,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.