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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.