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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.