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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the jazz 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.