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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Slave,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.