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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.