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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The United States of America to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.