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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Cure,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.