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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 ABBA to the rap 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.