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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.