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 Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.