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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Brick,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.