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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.