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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Crime,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.