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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.