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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.