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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
the Association,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.