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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.