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 Zambia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Pylon,
JFA,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Crime,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.