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 Liberia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.