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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.