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 Kazakhstan 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.