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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.