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 Japan 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Gong,
Symarip,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.