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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.