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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.