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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.