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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.