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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 MDC to the disco 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
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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.