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 Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.