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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.