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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.