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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 808 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.