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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.