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 Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Pretty Things to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.