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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.