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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Deakin,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.