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 Yemen and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.