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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Can,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.