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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.