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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.