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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.