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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Echospace,
the Slits,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.