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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.