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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.