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 Iraq and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Pole,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.