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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Moss Icon to the disco 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Nas,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.