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 Burkina and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.