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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Index,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.