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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.