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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.