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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
MC5,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.