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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
The Doors,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
UT,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.