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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Franke,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.