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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.