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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.