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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.