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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.