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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mr. Review to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Organ,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.