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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.