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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.