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 Bahrain 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.