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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.