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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
PIL,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.