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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.