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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.