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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.