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 China and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Rascals to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.