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 Germany and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the techno 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Mars,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.