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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.