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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Bootsy Collins to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.