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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.