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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rock 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.