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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.