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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Brick,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.