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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.