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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.