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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.