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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.