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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Visage,
PIL,
Can,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.