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 El Salvador and from London.
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 Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.