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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Quadrant to the rap 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.