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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.