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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.