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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Japan,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.