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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Television,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.