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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.