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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The Fall to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.