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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the grime 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.