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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Ossler,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.