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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
JFA,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.