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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.