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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 oboe 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.