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 Brunei 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Index,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.