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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Can,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.