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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.