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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.