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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.