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 Uruguay 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Television,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.