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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Trojans 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.