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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.