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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Ten City,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.