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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.