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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Litter to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
PIL,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.