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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Index,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.