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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Pole,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.