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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.