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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.