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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Faust,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.