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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.