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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.