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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.