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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.