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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Pole,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.