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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.