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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.