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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.