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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.