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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.