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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.