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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.