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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Visage,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.