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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.