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 Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.