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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.