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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.