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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.