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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.