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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Names to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.