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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.