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 Egypt 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag to the funk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader 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?
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.