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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 chamberlin 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.