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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.