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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.