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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.