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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ludus 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.