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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.