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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.