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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
PIL,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.