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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.