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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.