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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.