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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 sitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson 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?
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.