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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.