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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Livin' Joy to the disco 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.