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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Tommy Roe to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.