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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 guitar 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.