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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the disco 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.