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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.