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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 the Slits to the grunge 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.