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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.