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 Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Livin' Joy to the funk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.