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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.