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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.