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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.