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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Nas,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
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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.