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 Lithuania 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
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 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Roxette,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.