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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.