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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.