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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Moebius,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.