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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.