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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.