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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Nas,
Shoche,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.