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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 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 David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.