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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins 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?
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.