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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 Jakarta and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.