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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Pantaleimon 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Pylon,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Fear,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.