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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.