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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Raincoats to the rap 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.