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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
the Germs,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.