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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Visage,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.