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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Velvet Underground 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.