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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.