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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Slave,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.