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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.