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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.