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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Franke,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.