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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Blossom Toes to the techno 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Monks,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.