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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.