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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.