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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.