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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the funk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.