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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Can,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.