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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.