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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.