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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.