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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.