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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.