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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.