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 Lesotho 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.