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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.