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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.