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 Sierra Leone 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.