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 Guatemala and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.