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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.