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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Wings,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.