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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 The Move 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.