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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.