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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Ludus to the jazz 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
ABC,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.