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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Harry Pussy to the techno 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.