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 Laos 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.