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 Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.