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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.