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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.