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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.