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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.