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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.