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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.