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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Doors to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Nico,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.