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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the punk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
June Days,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.