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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.