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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grey Daturas 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.