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 China and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.