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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 The Cure to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.