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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.