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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.