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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.