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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Searchers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Symarip,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Franke,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.