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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.