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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Scion,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.