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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Style. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.