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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.