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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.