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 Somalia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Cowsills to the jazz 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
ABC,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.