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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.