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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.