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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.