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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Remains,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.