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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.