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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.