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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.