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 Mauritius 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.