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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the rap 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.