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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.