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 Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.