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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.