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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.