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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Can,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.