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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.