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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.