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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Franke,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.