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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.