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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.