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 Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.