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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.