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 Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
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.