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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sixth Finger to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.