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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Inner City to the electroclash 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.