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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the funk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Jandek,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.