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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.