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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Moebius,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.