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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.