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 Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Technova,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.