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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
X-102,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.