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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.