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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Unwound,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Skarface,
X-101,
Zapp,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Shoche,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.