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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.