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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.