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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.