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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.