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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.