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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.