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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.