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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.