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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.