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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.