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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Rekid,
AZ,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Can,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.