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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.