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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Sun City Girls to the punk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.