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 Malta 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.