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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
JFA,
10cc,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.