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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.