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 Seychelles 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Wire,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.