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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.