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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Skriet to the rap 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Monks,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.