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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
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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.