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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.