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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.