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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
cv313,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.