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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.