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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.