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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.