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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.