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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.