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 Togo 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 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 Man Parrish to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.