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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.