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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.