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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Smog,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.