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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.