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 Korea North 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.