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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.