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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.