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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.