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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.