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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Suicide,
MC5,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
MDC,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.