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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 The Music Machine to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.