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 Canada and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.