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 Tonga 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Ten City to the techno 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.