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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Invisible 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
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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.