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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.