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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.