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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.