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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.