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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover 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 dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.