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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.