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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Organ to the funk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.