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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.