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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
JFA,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.