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 Poland 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Q65,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.