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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Golliwogs to the dance 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.