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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.