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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.