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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.