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 Ghana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
PIL,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
DNA,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.