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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.