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 Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.