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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
X-102,
Can,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.