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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.