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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu 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 techno 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Brick,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
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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.