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 Albania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Fear,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Crime,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.