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 Korea South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.