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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
Slave,
Neu!,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.