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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Crime,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.