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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.