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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.