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 Cameroon 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Organ,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
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.