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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.