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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.