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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.