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 Jordan 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the dance 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Television,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.