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 Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Japan,
Neu!,
Index,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.