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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
New Order,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.