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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.