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-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.