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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.