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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.