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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.