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 Philippines 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 808 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.