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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.