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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.