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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.