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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.