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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.