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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.