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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.