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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.