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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.