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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
AZ,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.