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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
The Move,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.