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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 marimba 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.