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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
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.