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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.