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 Namibia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Brick,
Crime,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Fear,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.