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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.