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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.