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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.