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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.