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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.