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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the rock 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Suicide,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.