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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.