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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smoke to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.