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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
UT,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.