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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.