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 Canada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Evens to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.