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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
MC5,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.