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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.