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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Q65,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.