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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Tremeloes to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.