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 Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.