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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the grunge 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.