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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.