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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.