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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Ten City,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.