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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Erasure,
MC5,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.