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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Smoke to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.