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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 The Misunderstood to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.