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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.