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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the rap 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.