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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.