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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.