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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Crime,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.