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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Gong to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins 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?
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.