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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.