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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.