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 Sudan 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.