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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 güiro 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 Parry Music to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.