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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Brick,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.