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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.