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 Zimbabwe 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.