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 Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 808 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 La Düsseldorf 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going 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?
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.