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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.