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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.