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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Visage,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.