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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Index,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.