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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.