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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.