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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.