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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.