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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.