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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 clarinet 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Japan,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.