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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wally Richardson to the rap 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.