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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.