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 Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.