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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Organ,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.