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 Cyprus 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Jacob Miller to the punk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.