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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Faust,
The Monks,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.