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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.