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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.