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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 the Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.