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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.