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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.