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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Can,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.