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 Algeria 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.