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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.