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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.