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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.