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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Sex Pistols 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.