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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.