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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.