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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
The Move,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.