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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.