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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 The Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.