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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.