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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.