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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Visage,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.