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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.