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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Harmonia to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.