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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Television,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.