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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.