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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.