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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 The Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.