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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.