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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.