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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.