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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.