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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Sonic Youth 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.