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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
The Index,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.