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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Star Department to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Visage,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.