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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.