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 Panama 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Wings,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.