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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.