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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Magma,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.