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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.