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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the techno 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.