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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.