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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.