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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.