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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Organ,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.