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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
UT,
ABC,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.