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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Oneida to the disco 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.