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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.