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 India 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
The Move,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.