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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.