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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the jazz 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.