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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.