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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Unrelated Segments 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.