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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.