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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Monolake to the crunk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Index,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.