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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.