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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
The Residents,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.