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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Television,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.