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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.