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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.