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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
JFA,
Audionom,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.