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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
June Days,
EPMD,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.