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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.