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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.