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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.