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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.