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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Buckinghams to the rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.