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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.