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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Pylon,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Wire,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.