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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Blancmange to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.